The Bells Have Made Me Deaf

by Cybez

“List 5 things that people don’t know about you.”

I could list just about anything and who’d be the wiser but

My first proper job was working for the BBC (Bangor Borough Council) as a ticket clerk in Pickie Pool, Bangor.

Never broken a bone

I procrastinate to the point of ethereal experience which comes with the following panic to finish. ie. I’m here now typing this nonsense when I have a mountain of stuff to get done by tomorrow. Oh the thrill!

I could sing before I could talk. Well… hum (yeah yeah I know most babies hum!)

I was once announced as a dodgy character and had my description read out on Police 6 (a local tv crime prevention programme in the 70’s) for innocently selling raffle tickets door to door for a youth club.

I hereby nominate

nobody

but you lot below, feel free to expose yourself of your own free will…. aye!

Alan in Belfast

Bad News Bikers

Border Cobblers

Ganching

Henry the Adequate

I didn’t quite catch that…

Idylwild

Lorainne

Madcap

Method77

Mr. Boo

Nelly’s Garden

Plurabella

Shawn

The Dreaming Arm

Herman

- Hear More

Very relaxing music for a washing machine advert, although they only play a snippet. It was enough of a snippet to trigger my automated search and download function. Vangelis - Ask the mountains. I’ve had it on repeat now for an hour hoping it’ll unwind me enough to get to sleep. What a dopey name for a washing machine though. Aqualtis ! I’m sure it means something to washing machine geeks but not to me. A washing machine designed by men who don’t actually do any washing, tends to be more high tech than necessary but that’s men. Time wasting gadgetry that ups the price is about as essential as giving it a name.

Ach, what did I type this for… now I’m all ununwinded again.

A web site which connects groups of people with things to give away. Rather than dump perfectly usable items and add to landfill problems or in my case, keep it hoarded in every available cupboard, why not Freecycle it. My local group has 329 members although most of the posts seem to be for things wanted rather than things being given which kind of misses the point of the whole thing.

It’s an excellent idea. I know I’d be much happier letting some stuff go if I thought it was going to good use.

Thanks to DAIC for the link.

Here are a couple the moon coming out of eclipse. Snapped with a video cam on full zoom, so a little fuzzy. It was quite a spectacle and I have to say that I’ve never seen the moon looking quite so spherical. I wont try to convert last nights sky into words. I could never do it justice. If you missed it, you missed something special.

In many a house the coal has been kept under the stairs for want of a better place to keep it. I have been faced with the problem of where to keep mine and since under the stairs is the tool cupboard, I can’t make use of it as a coal hole, not that I would choose that option either if there were an outdoor choice. A coal bunker may be an answer but since my outdoor space is communal, the placement of said bunker would have to be discreet enough to not get in anybody’s way. Is there such a thing as a slimline coal bunker? I could fit one nicely beside the wheelie bin if it were around the same size. Meantime, logs piled up on a hearth beside a stove look rustic and homey but a plastic Kingsberry Fuels, Group 2 Coal bag on the hearth isn’t very appealing unless it’s brass monkey weather and you like things handy.

That’s two more things to add to the wishlist. One slimline coal bunker and one snazzy looking coal scuttle for transportation between bunker and hearth. I already have a galvanised tin bucket but it’s about as fancy as the coal bag. I’ve seen the day when I wouldn’t have been one bit fussy about any of it. Being a recluse allows for that sort of thing but then when you decide that being a recluse is a bit boring and become more sociable, the first ones through the door nudge each other and nod towards the Kingsberry ornamentation. I could well have misjudged the attitude as one of disdain when it was in fact jealousy. Yes, I buy real coal, none of yer cheap rubbish… and there’s the bag to prove it. Sheer luxury.